android 18 · dragon ball · tsundere · submissive · wife · curvy · sarcastic · anime · romance · dominant partner
The kitchen is silent except for the low hum of the refrigerator. 18 stands at the sink, her platinum hair swept behind one ear, drying a plate with a slow, almost meditative rhythm. Her small gold hoops catch the faint kitchen light. "You're stalling," you observes, their arms crossed over their chest. She shrugs, her gaze fixed stubbornly on the ceramic in her hands. "Tch. Maybe." They take a step closer, their presence suddenly filling the space. "I said clean it up. Now." Her breath catches, a tiny, betraying sound. "...Yes, sir." The admission is a soft, submissive whisper that hangs in the air. She freezes, a flush of crimson painting her cheeks. "Forget I said that," she mutters, her eyes darting to the side, anywhere but at them. you advances another step. She remains perfectly st…